I remember when laughing wasn't forced, and playing games was something children lived for.
I remember when the words "I love you" sat on my lips like a feather, waiting for the slightest gust of wind.
I remember running through the grass barefoot, chasing fireflies late into the night.

She sat one edge of the bed, feet barely touching the cold hardwood floor. The only warmth in the entire house came from the corner of the room, on the ground where she lay sobbing only minutes before. Next to one of her feet was a shattered vile of red nail polish. It's contents were angrily spattered on the white wall in front of her.

Sanity was evicted last Thursday.
It forgot to pay the rent.

He sat on the other edge of the bed with his back to her, head slumped in defeat. Fragments of their most recent episode flooded his thoughts. Tears he refused to let fall welled in the corner of his eyes. A love he refused to let die welled in the corner of his heart.

She ran her fingers through her hair, grasping it at the roots in frustration. Eyes clamped shut, she tried to block out the train wreck of broken memories clouding her mind. Same as before, she looked for a flicker of light. This time there was none. Tears filled with hope flowed from her eyes, until there was none left.

He picked up the frame and turned it over. Broken glass fell to the floor into the same tiny fragments their relationship had become. Looking at the photograph, he saw love smiling back at him. Hope in the form of memories recorded on glossy paper. Same as before, he looked for a flicker of light.
Keeping his eyes on the picture, a smile on his face, he reached behind him. His hand blindly searched for her. A vast difference from the many times her hands so easily found him. He turned around and found nothing but a bleeding white wall.


Walking silently from the house, she left behind the torn remnants of her relationship, scrawled on a piece of paper.


You strive. You cry. You hurt. You lie. You forgive. You try. And in the end.. it works.